Matt took Tripoli to the vet's this morning. They were amazed at how even-tempered and sweet she is. Apparently she is a year old, not 4-5 months as thought. She has all her adult teeth, and her front claws. I guess she's small for her size.

Ready for a bombshell? The vet is 80% sure she's pregnant.

It's been weirdly difficult to make the decision to arrange an abortion for her, but I've made it. She's just too small and too malnourished for babies, and the last thing the world needs is more kittens to find loving homes for.

Desex. Apparently Americans don't use this word much, so every time I say it, Felicia giggles.